Rounding up the end of Untethered. Not Beta'd

Frank's Apartment


He was angry. He was absolutely flooded with frustration and any attempts to get answers and reduce that were not attained. Of course he didn't think Frank would be helpful. He was an addict and he didn't care about anything over his next fix even his own son. But that wasn't why he was here. He'd hope he could shake some clues loose from Frank to find Donny but mostly he was here to let go some of that aggression he felt. Frank was a deserving target. After all, he got him in this mess.

"I'm a cop, okay? When I call, you answer." Goren shoved him hard into the wall. "Now, where is he? Where is Donny?" His fuse had been lit. It's all your fault that I'm in this mess.

"Look, man, I got neighbors. Just take it easy.

"Neighbors! You care about your neighbors right now when your son is out there somewhere." Goren shouted at him at his lack of concern at anyone but himself.

"He called me. He's all right."

"What do you mean? You mean you knew."

"Calm down Jeez, why do you even care? Hes not your son."

"Not my...he's my nephew and he's in a lot of trouble, Frank."

"He's fine. You don't need to worry about him." He tried to push Goren towards the door.

"What's this?" Goren lifted the newspaper to find Frank's drug stash and a junkie's needle. "I thought you said you were clean is this what you are worried about? Being able to shoot up when your son could be anywhere." Goren swiped his hand pushing the drugs and his needle to the ground. Frank crawled down to reclaim them.

In this instance, Goren was everything he hated. He was both of his father's rolled into one and he pushed and hit Frank until he started to feel a little good. Each contact brought a satisfying throbbing to his hands.

Frank was pathetic. He'd inch into Bobby's personal space with some shitty remark to get under his skin then retreat to the corner trying to protect himself from the onslaught of Bobby's fists. "Just take Eames to a motel and get it out of your system."

"What!" He yelled enraged that Frank would cheapen his relationship with Eames to a casual fuck and would compare Bobby to William. He gripped him up hands around his neck then his shirt. He could easily do some real damage but he wasn't his father, Mark. He wanted to unleash but not severely injure him.

Frank used to be stronger in many ways against Bobby. Bobby only had his weight behind his force. Frank had skill. He learned from William. Frank used to have a muscular athletic body type but that had since wasted away as he became thin and wiry. His teeth also began to decay. Despite losing most of his looks, he still had the Goren charm which helped him go from relationship to relationship getting what he needed to get high and get by. He hated himself because he had all the potential and was the one everyone thought would do great things with his life. Truth is he stopped caring about himself and others and his focus was more on slowly killing himself one high at a time, playing Russian Roulette with his life knowing it was only a matter of time before he'd overdose.

"Where is he?!" Another question and another slingback of his fist as he cocked back threatening to punish the wrong answer. Bobby was exhausted he hadn't caught up on sleep since Tates and tonight was another day in which sleep would elude him. His eyes were dark, dry and red and circles surrounded his heavy lids. Honestly, he was surprised he had enough energy to have sex with Eames but even drunk she was able to do most of the work which helped. He still hadn't been eating properly and tonight's drinking didn't help. It only served to amplify the shitty way he felt.

"Why didn't you call me when Donny was arrested? You wanted to save that favor because you knew it was a matter of time when you could call in that favor for yourself"

"What have you for me? Throw me a couple bucks and a coat so you could feel better about yourself. I don't need that and neither does Donny."

"Donny's smart, Frank. He doesn't need you."

"I'm smart! I'm smart! You forget! Everyone in this family forgets! I was the one. "

"You were but now you are just a waste of space." He looked at his hands bruised and red then back up at Frank's face. Why had he fought so hard for a relationship with Frank? He wasn't capable of thinking two steps away from his next high. "Look, we both caught a raw deal, okay? It could have brought us closer together, But this is it. I'm done." He exhaled a puff of air and removed his burden. "I'm done with you. You can't contact me anymore, ever again. You understand? If I hear that you're on the bridge, ready to jump, you know, I'll...I'll listen for the splash."

Wow, did I really just say that? I mean yeah I'm angry with him but I don't want him dead. Do I? No. I am done, though. He has dragged me down too many times and this time taking my job as a casualty. He doesn't get it and I'm tired of trying to make him understand. With Mom, Donny, Frank, and even Eames to some extent...I'm just so tired. It's all so exhausting. I need some reprieve. It's all too much.

He left Frank's rathole of an apartment with Frank's phone in hand and made his way towards Time Square. He'd hoped he would be able to track him there. Maybe he could get through to Donny before he ended up as another Frank. Yes. Maybe he could get him out of this mess and onto the right track before it all went horribly wrong. With Donny lies hope and a chance to break the cycle. He had to try and since sleep wanted nothing to do with him, he'd use this to keep his mind busy and help him feel whole for a change.